Overwatch: Resurgence IC

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"Come on then. Let's get you folks to safety." I force myself to say. Once I'm pumped up like this it's hard not to just rage in and tear stuff apart. Thankfully, my opposition is down and my thinking brain kicks in a little, before I force myself calmer with a boost of stress-blockers through my system. With as fast as my heart is pumping now, the change is nearly immediate.

I look over toward the guy who was supposed to be with me escorting the civvies and hitch my head. "Name's Thorne. Let's not waste any time."

Of course, I still take point. I'm hoping to find some opposition. Even though I've calmed myself down, deep inside I still crave more combat. Not to the point I'll jeopardize the mission, but I was really, really hoping to find someone or something else to smash.
 
The sweet silence of the luxury airship' quarters was something that Vinno enjoyed, it seems to be the "researcher's personality" that she received from her mother. It was a enjoyable cruise, other than some clueless adults mistaking her for one of those children who were separated from their parents, and being kicked out of a bar by some cocky rich young people. She took back the thought on the cruise being enjoyable, it was frankly the most boring experience for her, since her physical appearance rendered her unable to enjoy most features. Sure, she could get in on the action with enough cash, but some unnaturally loaded kid would cause attention, and attention, was something Vinno despised. But as for now, the sound insulation of the quarters sis great, and the silence was all that she could be enjoying.

Also though that wasn't the case today. The usual smooth sailing and quiet was broke by what sounded like gunfire. Weapons were permitted, so it isn't that unusual if a fight broke out between some implusive dweebs. "Dweebs, that's a funny word." She thought to herself as she mentally scrolled through more words that could be used in the situation. Although the gunfire didn't stop after a few moments, an explosion even followed, and people seem to be evacuating the ship. Maybe, she decided, just maybe, she will check out the situation.

Stepping out of her quarters, first time in a while, the dark hair child scanned her surroundings. Not a person was in sight, reasonable enough. Walking a few feet though the hallway, she hopped though a window and landed on one of the open decks, trying to gain better views of the area. It was empty, except for the area near the life pods. "That much gunfire...there must be quiet a few combatants out there...scan for high energy readin—." Then something exploded, a loud boom could be heard from a distance. The light blue in the child's left eye died down as the explosion occurred. "...Cancel that, looks like I've found the dweebs."

Swiftly, Vinno moved towards where the explosion came from. The fruits her genetic engineering also showed through her physical movements. She eventually came up to a area, a sign nearby red: Engineering Room. There was a large amount of people, civilians, who are leaving the place. She hid herself near a corner, hoping than ono one would see her and drag her off to evacuation. Then there was some albino man who flew out of a window on the floor above. Vinno stopped, and pondered for a second if this is really worth getting into, but still dropped a pistol and a few shiny glass tubes full of strange liquid into her hand. Then she threw all her pondering behind, and climbed to the upper floor, there was those "dweebs", the albino man who flew on a window, a dynamic duo clawed in dark amour, and the person who was the closest, a nice but familier woman who is shooting her plasma pistols towards one of the amoured men.

"Is that a terrorist?" Vinno asked dashed behind the combatant who was the closest to her, the woman with the plasma pistols, and shot a bullet infused with airtight fluoroized acid at the amoured figure. It missed, but hit a railing of the deck, and dissolved part of it as it burst open.

"It's fine, Miss, no need to worry about me."
 
Tracer had seen some unusual things in the few years she'd been with Overwatch, but a kid packing dangerous chemicals in propellant form was definitely in the top five.

"What the hell!?" the woman declared, stepping away from the hissing slag that plopped onto the ground - it used to be part of the railing above. "Kid, you okay?" The words came out reflexively. The little girl before her seemed quite calm about being in a firefight.

"It's fine, Miss, no need to worry about me," was all the child said.

"Well, I'll be damned, you're a brave one, aren't you?" Tracer suddenly looked up as the fight between the men overhead continued. Around her, the few remaining civilians in engineering cowered in the corner - including Albert Wllson. "All right, first things first. Come on, luvs, let's get out of here!" She made a waving gesture with one pistol, inspiring the remaining civilians to evacuate.

Then Tracer knelt before the strange girl. "You too, moppet," she said softly, holstering her weapons. "My name's Tracer. I'm a good guy. What's yours?"
 
Seeing that the woman seems to be quiet surprised by her actions, or, very surprised by her actions was about what Vinno expected, she understands that it's not everyday where you can see some kid launching dangerous chemicals at a black ops leader.

Though her shock didn't last long, and her gazed quickly turned to the yet to be evacuated civllians. Soon she took action and was escorting them to the evacuation area. Vinno's left eye lit up with a strange blue again. This woman was a bit strange, she was obviously a professional when it comes to this type of situation...and that device on her chest, radiates energy.

"My name is Tracer. I'm a good guy. What's yours?" The question came as the people evacuated from the room.

"Tracer..." Vinno muttered under her breath. The name seems familiar.

"My name, is Vinno. You can call me...anything." She paused for a second and decided not to give her last name and alias. The sound of combat is still going on in the background, Vinno took a look back at the fight scene.

"Say, if you're a good guy...is it alright for you to leave them?"

The broken window is still in sight.

"I mean, I don't think the person who fell out that window moved yet..."
 
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"Sharp instincts, kid, good on you," Tracer said sincerely. She pointed to the civilians. "But us good guys? We have to take care of the people who can't fight, first and foremost. Don't you worry, luv, I'm keeping an eye on my allies up there; I'm not abandoning them, no way!"

Tracer nodded in satisfaction as the last civilian fled down the corridor leading away from engineering, including Albert Wilson. Tracer brought a finger to the side of her goggles. "Winston, you there, big guy?"

"Reading you loud and clear, Lena."

"The civvies are safe, so is that VIP they were after. They should be hitting the life-pods soon. What about those Overwatch candidates?"

"They've secured the club and Rayleen Thorne is assisting in evacuation on the nearby decks."

"Got any more intel on these black ops nances?"

"Actually, I do. Athena finally pulled something - Viper Squad. Somewhat impressive mission log. Then again, they've never gone up against Overwatch."

Tracer grinned impishly. "Well, no wonder I haven't broken a sweat yet. I still got their leader upstairs. Tracer out."

The woman looked down at Vinno. "Listen, luv, I gotta go kick a few more bad guy butts. I know you're brave and all, but this might get a little messy." The last thing Tracer wanted on her conscience was a kid's life. "Can you get on to the life-pods on your own?"
 
[Subject X]

Subject X was surprised that this soldier not only countered most of his attacks, but also exchange a few hits, using the same fighting style.

The only difference was that this man seemed more "skilled" with the fighting style. And despite punching armor, the man showed no sign of pain. But, pushing these thoughts aside, Subject X charged at the leader, whom took on a stance.

This time, Subject X had a plan. He moved to look like he was delivering a strike from the side. But, when the leader went to counter, his arm opened up as a seven inch blade shot out, whereupon he thrusted it into the leader's gut.

Subject X's sense of victory was dashed, as the leader quickly slammed his fists into the sides of Subject X's helmet with enough force to crack the visor. Blinded, he reached out and took hold of something, though what it was, it was unknown to him. Soon after, he felt something latch onto his chest, the identity of this object was soon made known as it let out a pulse of energy. In other words, a EMP.

Something that is not good for the health of cyborgs. Especially ones that require life support.

Falling to his knees, he couldn't dodge as the leader kicked him out of the broken window. He landed on a railing, which crumbled under the weight of him. He was making gasping noises as the cybernetics that helped him breathe were offline.

Though he could barely see it, the object he had grabbed onto, were a pair of dog tags. The leader went out of view, though he was most likely retreating. Before long, his vital cybernetics were back online. And his rasping noises were replaced by loud breathing. He attempted to stand, only to fall forward. It was his second attempt that he felt someone assist him. Looking over, he saw that it was Operative. Though, his sunglasses were gone. And blood was coming from his nose, though it didn't look broken.

"Thanks...." He said weakly. He held the dog tags out for someone to take it.
[On the dog tags, it read as such: Name: Classified. Codename: Agent X. DOB: Classified. And to the side of the information, was a symbol of a fang.]
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[With the leader.]
He limped to the door that led to the upper decks. Pulling out a walkie talkie. He said into it. "To all units. Withdraw.....I repeat. Withdraw......" When he received questions about Albert. He merely said. "We'll get him another time...."

He went through the door, though when he was on the other side, he quickly broke the handle. So that no one could follow him.

A few minutes passed as he limped up the stairs, the wound from the cyborg healing at a fast rate, though not enough to warrant him to continue the assault. He soon spotted the soldiers that are under his command near a private entry dock. Meant only for officials. Or military. One of the medics quickly ran to him to assist him, though he only waved him off. Quickly boarding the private aircraft. He only then allowed the medics to operate on him.

The aircraft quickly retracted the bridge it had used to connect to the ship. But before taking off, it activated a cloaking device. And flying off to an unknown destination.
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[Karl.]
He stayed behind the group of people, with Rayleen taking the lead.

At first, they saw no soldiers. But then, a intersection ahead, everyone could see that a large group of soldiers ran across. Though, they could see that the soldiers showed no interest in them, infact it seemed as if they were trying to get off of the ship.

Karl was grateful that they didn't need to fight.

And as the group made their way to the life pods, they would find this one surrounded by a small group of civilians. Karl and Rayleen could overhear the group talking about something. Though, it was hushed, a few words could be made out. "Why did they attack and leave?"

That sentence made Karl question it as well. Why did they attack, then leave?

After the civilians boarded the life pod, Karl signed to Rayleen.

"Should we regroup with the others?" His English wasn't very good, but he did know how to sign a few words.
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[Echo.]

Shortly after Karl and Rayleen left with the group. Echo looked to Leon, about to ask him if he wanted to take charge. But, he was cut short as a group of soldiers showed up. And for a second, it seemed as if they were about to turn back. But, they took position, and aimed their guns.

Once again looking to Leon. He said. "It seems as if they wish to have a final fight. Shall we give it to them......?" He pulled out his sword. Adopting a stance.
 
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After the civilians boarded the life pod, Karl signed to Rayleen.

"Should we regroup with the others?" His English wasn't very good, but he did know how to sign a few words.
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I nod to Karl and jerk my head to indicate we should move, starting back. "Not sure how much you understand but I think one of two things just happened, or a combination of both. One, they got their asses handed to them so badly that they had to retreat, or two, they got what they wanted and they were on their way out anyway. Me? I'm gambling on the combination. These guys didn't expect heavy opposition, but they had a definite target. They may have grabbed something, or someone, then got out once they had what they came for."

Still, I'm looking for any trace they may have left behind. If any of their mooks were both still alive and left behind, I aim to grab the nearest one and drag him physically with me back to regroup with the other operatives, especially Tracer, since she's the highest profile person I know of on this tub.
 
As the civllians left for the life pods, Tracer assured that she would be staying to backup the others who are still on the ship. Her allies, she said. Their teamwork wasn't the best, judging by what Vinno has seen. If they were really long term allies, Tracer would likely be supporting them up close instead of midrange. Close range team combat calls for way more planning and practicing together, which these people seem to not have.

Just as Vinno was still thinking about the situation, Tracer was calling someone, promptly ignoring her existence. The call was probably to those allies she was talking about.

"...those Overwatch candidates." The words stuck out as unusual. Vinno knew about Overwatch, everyone knew about Overwatch. But they did disband, and now they're searching for candidates? Something was going on, probably something big. Perhaps it's the research's personality kicking in again, but for some reason, she wanted to know what that something is.

"You know, that baddie up there, the one you were shooting at," Vinno said, in a purposely careless voice. "His armor is decent, pretty thick, pretty protective..." She made a sharp turn, facing Tracer. "I can tell, you were reluctant to help that guy up close back there, he doesn't seem like your real ally." The word "real" was emphasized. "Are you sure you can really win against those—"

Looking back again, she can see the fighting. Although it didn't look good at all, because the first thing she saw was another guy flying though a window.

"Speaking of that..." Vinno pointed towards the window halfheartedly.

"See what I mean."
 
Leon was about to reply to Rolf, but things happened faster than he anticipated. He did manage to copy Tracer's ability to quote unquote blink in that timeframe, but his processors were still working on comprehending the mechanics behind how she did it. Then the bullets stated ringing out. "Damn. Thought I could have a nice vacation." The man muttered from behind his mask as he went about patching into the overwatch frequency. And finally heard tracer talking to someone he didn't recognize. "Tracer, I hope you took real good care of my guns. I only got two of them and I will want them back once this is over." He said before they started splitting up into groups. He then seen the men filling in and aiming their way. "Yeah, let's give 'em hell." He answered echo as he drew his own sword with his right hand, keeping the plasma caster primed.

Meanwhile, back at the prison the four criminals were getting their gear. Salamander placed a hand on the chest plate and the entire suit opened to accept him. Fire storm put his pack on and strapped the flame throwers to his arms. Ghost picked up his two swords. And head hunter grabbed his weapons. "What's the first job, reaper?" Ghost asked
 
[Echo]
Echo acted quickly, as the soldiers cocked their guns and were getting ready to fire.

Aiming his wrist at a electrical outlet, a grappling hook would shoot out from an unseen mechanism under his sleeve, as it plugged in. Electricity would surge through Echo. At first, seeming like he was an idiot for doing such a thing, but then markings started to glow a bluish color, through his coat.

He aimed his free hand at the soldiers. And just as they fired, Echo unleashed a arc of electricity, which caused the bullets to miss their mark, or send them back at the source. Which caused the soldiers to take cover, as to avoid being turned into Swiss cheese by their own bullets.

This would allow Leon to show the soldiers the definition of overkill.
@Victor Markov

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[Operative]
Subject X didn't weigh much, but that didn't mean it wasn't bit of a problem, having to hold him up.

Though, rather than complaining, he looked to Tracer and the child. But not before using his free hand to reach to his eyes, where he pulled off the contacts he had been wearing incase he wasn't wearing sunglasses in a public place. But, now, they were just inconveniencing him. By casting his vision in a blue tint.

His "real" iris and pupil colors were a combination of yellow and red. And they didn't have the artificial look to them, as some other people get when they want to feel special compared to others around them.

"So, who were they after?" He asked Tracer.
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@Cresion Breezes

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[Karl]
Most of the soldiers in the dance floor were either dead, or horribly maimed to the point, they weren't going to be much help.

Save for one. The one that Subject X had disarmed, at the beginning when these soldiers popped up. He was semi-conscious. Karl waved at Rayleen, pointing at the soldier in question.
@Michale CS

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[Reaper]
"Your first job." He pointed at Ghost. "Is to find, and collect data on this individual." He held up a picture of a soldier. [Agent X.] "The rest of you will be......Demolition.......Cause enough destruction to warrant a certain organization to intervene. And collect data on them......No killing, for data is meaningless if they're dead.....Though, this doesn't mean you can't 'rough' them up..." He gave a cold chuckle. "Spectre will lead you all to your personal VTOL. While I and a few associates have a chat with the authorities..."

He walked out of the room. While Spectre stayed, waiting for the group to follow him.
 
Leon's cybernetic eye started glowing red as his combat computer kicked into high gear and his plasma caster started to have arcs of electricity started dancing along the rim and prongs of the weapon, indicating the power was just amped up to lethal levels. "Echo, can I get a bit of an energy boost?" The walking juggernaut asked as he started locking onto targets.

"Sounds easy enough." Ghost said "he won't even know I'm there."
"Destruction is what we are good at. "Salamander said motioning to himself and firestorm.
"I just kill people for sport." Head hunter said with a shrug "these weapons of mine were never made for bringing structures down. They would break too quickly to be much use. But chaos is something else. let me cut loose on some civilians. This organization will come running."
 
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[Echo]
He turned to Leon, before taking cover behind the man. Aiming his free arm at the cyborg. Another wire shot out and wrapped around his plasma caster.

Not to disarm him, but to provide a boost to him. Since, he didn't want to accidently cause damage to Leon's cybernetics.
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[Spectre]
He would lead the group of villains to the helipad where a VTOL was waiting for them.

He stood next to it, before giving a courteous bow. "Your limo...." He chuckled, before he began to cough, which ended with him breathing even raspier.
[Sorry for short post.]
@Victor Markov
 
(You're fine.)
Leon sent blast after blast in rapid succession at the soldiers who were behind cover, cutting through the barriers like a hot knife through butter and burning a fist sized hole through each soldier on various parts of their bodies, most hit a vital spot or otherwise rendered the enemy unable to continue the fight.

"Nice ride." Firestorm said as he boarded. The others just followed the pyro onto the vehicle without a word, thinking about their assignments.
 
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Save for one. The one that Subject X had disarmed, at the beginning when these soldiers popped up. He was semi-conscious. Karl waved at Rayleen, pointing at the soldier in question.
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I walked over and kneeled in front of the guy. "Well, hel-lo there stranger! You're going to tell me why you and your delightful pals are here. I will ask this once nicely. Of course you'll probably say no, then there'll be a lot of torture, a lot of pain, and then you'll tell me. So, easy way..." I brushed aside any gear he might still have on his face, so I could see into his eyes, then drug one thumb across his forehead, with that touch activating a mad amount of endorphins, giving him an amazing rush of pleasure.

"Or... the hard way." My other hand sneaks down to his thigh. I casually shred his pants with quickly grown claws, then press my fingertips to his bare skin. Then, I pump his thigh muscle full of lactic acid, setting off one hell of a muscle cramp for a moment until I cease my assault.

"Your choice, soldier."

@The Wanderer
 
"Hmm . . . in my opinion miss . . . your methods could be a bit more how I say . . . creative, they're effective nonetheless though."

Her hidden smile trickled down into the soft Russian lilt of her voice as she peeked her rabbit mask out from her hiding place in the rafters. Sad to say it seemed she had missed the main event that had took place within the confines of the ships bar, but the early worm catches the bird . . . or was it the other way around. Not that the correctness of an American saying held any importantance at that particular moment time however.

Down she lept from her hiding place into free fall before her body moved reflexively and landed her on her hands and feet a meter or so from the hostage and his soon to be torturess. She rose slowly from the crouch with her hands raised in the gesture of no harm as she carefully eyed Ms. Rayleen and "Karl" for any indication of hostility.

"I will say . . . if you want weak man to talk . . . start by prying off the nails and trimming away the digits knuckle by knuckle."
 
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